
Water well for Khali (Uncle) Djallal
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Salaam walaykom,
This will be the hardest thing I have ever wrote to date. I write this with the deepest sorrow and i woke up with my mother screaming and instantly my world turned upside down. My beautiful uncle has sadly passed away today due to COVID-19, to Allah we belong and to him we return.
Khali (uncle) Djallal was a lion of a man, a man i would happily have come out of my car accident paralysed if it meant Allah would grant him a long life. He was a man who was full of noor, stories, laughter, integrity, honour, strength, courage but most of all love, a softness, a selflessness. I think of him and i can only compare him to the Lion of Umar (ra). After my parents i have never loved someone so much in my life. He treated us as his own, he was the beating heart of our family, he kept it knitted and no one dared cause cracks in the family while he was alive and now we are all living in a nightmare. There isn't anyone on this earth that can muster a bad word about him and there isn't anyone that knows him that isn't crying. He was a father figure to all of his siblings from a very young age. He protected them like a lion protects its cubs, he built them livelihoods, he sacrificed for them but he also was a father figure to his entire community. Everywhere i would go with him, his car window down people shouting '3AMO DJALLAL', there wasn't anyone who didn't love him. He was a lion but he he was also generous with his right hand, giving and giving and giving to the poor. He looked after the orphans, provided for them and put a smile on their faces. He took them on retreats, he set up events for them, he was always running to the help of others without a second thought. He picked up the nickname 'Abb al-yateem' (father of the poor) and i yearn to be just a quarter of the man he was.
Who would've thought that 3 years ago as we we're saying our goodbyes, crying, a man with so many words turned mute, telling him we'd see him next time we come. Who would've thought that that was the last goodbye, the last time I'd kiss him, hug him and I've never seen him cry like that and we never cried like that, as if we all knew it was the last time. This year we were suppose to go to Algeria, see him and kiss him on his forehead but i will be visiting his grave instead. But this is the Qadr of Allah and we must accept it, no matter how hard, tough or painful it may seem. We ask Allah to make him of the shoohada and i try my best to make his time in the grave as comfortable as possible.
So i want to raise money for a community water well. He was a man who transformed his community. Working in politics in Algeria is like working the work of the devil. But he, working under the mayor transformed his area, renovated and tried to make peoples lives that much better in a failing state. He built the youth stadiums, he worked tirelessly to get people housing and he would always walk into his sons shop grab a handful or treats and distribute it to the kids. So just like he worked tirelessly for his community i want to fund a community water well for him, which will provide for a community just like he provided for his community when he was alive and may this community now serve him in his grave and elevate him his status infront of Allah.
If i had the money i would put all of it down in his name, but i can't and so i ask you all to donate whatever you can for a man who worked tirelessly for others.
May Allah place noor in his grave, grant him the companionship of the prophet and make his time in the grave full of bliss. May all the people he helped be witnesses for him on the day of judgement. Ya Allah, elevate him and elevate him and elevate him and grant our family sabr.
This will be the hardest thing I have ever wrote to date. I write this with the deepest sorrow and i woke up with my mother screaming and instantly my world turned upside down. My beautiful uncle has sadly passed away today due to COVID-19, to Allah we belong and to him we return.
Khali (uncle) Djallal was a lion of a man, a man i would happily have come out of my car accident paralysed if it meant Allah would grant him a long life. He was a man who was full of noor, stories, laughter, integrity, honour, strength, courage but most of all love, a softness, a selflessness. I think of him and i can only compare him to the Lion of Umar (ra). After my parents i have never loved someone so much in my life. He treated us as his own, he was the beating heart of our family, he kept it knitted and no one dared cause cracks in the family while he was alive and now we are all living in a nightmare. There isn't anyone on this earth that can muster a bad word about him and there isn't anyone that knows him that isn't crying. He was a father figure to all of his siblings from a very young age. He protected them like a lion protects its cubs, he built them livelihoods, he sacrificed for them but he also was a father figure to his entire community. Everywhere i would go with him, his car window down people shouting '3AMO DJALLAL', there wasn't anyone who didn't love him. He was a lion but he he was also generous with his right hand, giving and giving and giving to the poor. He looked after the orphans, provided for them and put a smile on their faces. He took them on retreats, he set up events for them, he was always running to the help of others without a second thought. He picked up the nickname 'Abb al-yateem' (father of the poor) and i yearn to be just a quarter of the man he was.
Who would've thought that 3 years ago as we we're saying our goodbyes, crying, a man with so many words turned mute, telling him we'd see him next time we come. Who would've thought that that was the last goodbye, the last time I'd kiss him, hug him and I've never seen him cry like that and we never cried like that, as if we all knew it was the last time. This year we were suppose to go to Algeria, see him and kiss him on his forehead but i will be visiting his grave instead. But this is the Qadr of Allah and we must accept it, no matter how hard, tough or painful it may seem. We ask Allah to make him of the shoohada and i try my best to make his time in the grave as comfortable as possible.
So i want to raise money for a community water well. He was a man who transformed his community. Working in politics in Algeria is like working the work of the devil. But he, working under the mayor transformed his area, renovated and tried to make peoples lives that much better in a failing state. He built the youth stadiums, he worked tirelessly to get people housing and he would always walk into his sons shop grab a handful or treats and distribute it to the kids. So just like he worked tirelessly for his community i want to fund a community water well for him, which will provide for a community just like he provided for his community when he was alive and may this community now serve him in his grave and elevate him his status infront of Allah.
If i had the money i would put all of it down in his name, but i can't and so i ask you all to donate whatever you can for a man who worked tirelessly for others.
May Allah place noor in his grave, grant him the companionship of the prophet and make his time in the grave full of bliss. May all the people he helped be witnesses for him on the day of judgement. Ya Allah, elevate him and elevate him and elevate him and grant our family sabr.
Organizer
Mohamed Namoun
Organizer
England